||[May. 30th, 2004|12:42 am]
someone else's soul
Hello. I'm guessing this is a poetry community. I'll give mad love to whoever can guess what this poem is based on. As always, constructive criticism is welcome, if not lusted for.|
s to e:
I remember you first sprawled on a valley like a river
not a pasture.
We spent hours oiling our world under my cloak and passed memories with
your sun-baked fingertips and my wet eyelashes fanning
At dawn you collected fallen strands of my hair to hold between the creases of your right palm
and used your left
pressing my scent against your neck.
my shadow will consume you.
I always told you,
you are only a man.
All your gold and sheep will come to waste.
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